>>5974580>>5974507>>5974501>>5974473>>5974357>>5974314>>5974313You grit your teeth and let your eyes close tightly as you put all the energy you can muster into a roll. You use the momentum to fling your arm up and you feel your knuckle connect with hard plastic that gives against your pressure, knocking it askew, your breath comes ragged as you feel a jolt of red hot pain behind your eyes.
"Jesus, Mark, just lay still and.." Kimble's words trail off, any light would be too much to handle so you keep your eyes closed and trust that he'll understand, you feel a shift in his weight and hear a satisfying crunch as something plastic snaps.
"What the fuck are you up to Mark?" You hear Kimble mutter to himself. The next sounds slam against your sensitive eardrums as he hollers. "Get me an evidence bag cause I got something over here, some wire cutters too, looks like it's wired and going up. Get Detective Grey on the roof of this place."
You finally feel your muscles relax, you did your job, you feel your entire body go pleasantly warm as if submerged in a long awaited bath. As you drift off you hear garbled words that bring you the last bit of peace you need to let go.
"You did good."
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Your sight returns. That's the only way you can describe what you just experienced, like someone flipped on the lights, much to your surprise there is no follow up pain. You gaze out over a Gotham street, gray and washed out like an old photograph, you don't recognize this place but at the same time you have no sense of being lost. You pull and pinch at your face but you feel nothing but resistance and give. No pain. No sensation. Like a ghost.
"Hello?" You call out, there is no echo despite the emptiness of the city, you feel chillingly alone. You test a few more aspects: Your movement is unimpeded but still limited to that of a normal person so this isn't like your Shivers Flashbacks, buildings and everything else you touch reveal to be solid but devoid of temperature or texture, the sensation of touching them is like pushing solid warm air. You shudder and shake your hand as you step away from the office building you were just groping. Looking up the sky is it's usual ceiling of clouds but curiously they seem frozen in place.
"What the fuck.." You mutter as you ponder your next move.
>This is obviously some strange dream, maybe going back to sleep will take you out of it. >This has to be Shivers related, try reaching out into this Stilled Gotham and see what it can tell you.>Whatever this is you won't learn anything standing around, go for a walk around the city. (anywhere specific?)>Write-In 